cure for the day is Zoloft
hmmm... i had a productive day i suppose. i went to class, i remembered to eat, i got to talk to maggie, i took a nap, i went and got some concert tickets for the dance show. i went to the dance show and it was great. god i miss dancing soooooooooooooo much. i wonder if i didnt fuck my body up and didnt stop if i would be great. im not gonna lie, i was pretty damn good back in the day. whatever, i could say i use to be good, or do something, or just shut up and leave it alone. i miss my little phil so much. i think friday will be the longest day of the five weeks. whatever. i got to go drink at little amandas house. that was fun. there was this cute little german that wanted me to stay. oh yeah, and today in my session we talked more about my fucking nerve wrecking anxiety, disappointments in life, my failure of a father, and my phobia of worms. typical.... i know. so yeah, she finally admited that i should just go on medication. so i skipped my little self to the doctor, and sooooooooooooo easy. i have a little bottle of the happy zoloft puffy cartoon guy sitting right here. im glad i didnt take them because i drank. tomorrow is a whole new day. oh yay. i hope i get all my shit done for finals weeks and what not. i really do. i can not accept failure or AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYTHING lower than a B. and B's is cutting myself slack. whatever. i just wanna dance.....
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... oh yeah that picture is of me, i look like an elf with no mouth. what can i say, my life leaves me speechless.